Smiling Proud Wanderer

A 40 days trip in Europe

Weekly Roundup

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Originally, the idea behind the blog was to update it everyday for my family and friends.

But when the iphone failed me, I soon realised I needed an alternative plan.

Regardless, here’s what happened.

Day Zero – 5 breakfasts consumed over a 16 hour period. This is what happens when you fly red-eye.

Day One – Ok. Maybe I had underestimated how cold the weather were and sleeping in the streets could kill you. At least everyone speaks English here.

Day Two – Went to Natural History Museum – which was free and came with dinosaur bones.

Day Three – Set off for Brussels through the Channel Tunnel on the bullet train.

Day Four – Saw the most beautiful night scene ever. Brussels Grand Square in the night.

Day Five – Went to Brugges

Day Six – Went to Brugges

Day Seven – Back to Brussels


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October 19, 2010 at 7:42 pm

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Digital Language Barrier

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And 7 days has passed. I’m stuck in a dingy cyber cafe across the road from my hostel trying to write on a fritted up keyboard that has a french alphabet set-up; not unlike the pathetic writer that I am.

No kidding; here’s a sample of the layout.





And this was before caps lock. Below is after.





Long story short. A, Q and W played musical chairs with one another. You need shift or caps lock to even get the full stop.

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October 19, 2010 at 7:21 pm

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Day 1

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The wanderer opened his eyes and weakly stared  into  familiar darkness.  It was warm. Yet different.   

He began to feel senses coming back into his body. The warmth spreading throughout and the light slowly peeking through  to his consicousness.

I’m still alive. He thought. The first night had been cold. But it seemed to have turned warmer.  The covers provided more comfort and protection than he imagined.  He slowly    sat up and embraced the light of the foreign land. 

Outside the window,  he can see the sparse houses and the trees. The forests. It is different.  He remembers the beginning. Breathing in, 

At the beginning,

Where does it come from, this quest? This need to solve life’s mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered? Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we’d be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. But that’s not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here. Yet still we struggle to make a difference, to change the world, to dream of hope, never knowing for certain who we will meet along the way. Who among the world of strangers will hold our hand, touch our hearts, and share the pain and triumph?     

Heroes Season 1 Prologue  


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October 14, 2010 at 11:37 am

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